Summer is icumen in

Loudly sing Cuckoo

Grows the seed and blows the mead

And springs the wood anew.

Sing Cuckoo!

Ewe bleats harshly after lamb

Cows after calves make moo

Bullock stamps and deer champs

Now shrilly sing Cuckoo ...

... Cuckoo ... Cuckoo.

Wild bird are you! Be never still Cuckoo!